웹개발공작소

                                  JANE EYRE


Written by
Moira Buffini
Adapted from the novel by
Charlotte Bronte
                                                           2ND DRAFT

                                                      6TH MARCH 2008


          EXT. A MIDSUMMER DAWN. THORNFIELD - THE GROUNDS.



First light. Jane Eyre is running across a meadow, flushed

and breathless; the hem of her plain, black dress soaked

with dew. She carries a shawl and has a small bag of

belongings over her shoulder.
She trips, falls to her knees; looks back. Expressive eyes,

open features. She is desperate. We see the house she is

running from; a Jacobean battlemented mansion.
Her need to escape is so great that she crawls forward

until she is able to raise herself to her feet. She runs.
She reaches an antique stile by a brook. She lifts herself

on to it. She lands on the road. And runs.
          I/E. DAY. A ROADSIDE/COACH.


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"JACOB'S LADDER"



by
Bruce Joel Rubin
EXT.  VIETNAM - DUSK



A swarm of helicopters swoops out of a yellow sky and deposits an army

of men over a Vietnamese hillside.
The SOLDIERS scramble over the terraced rice paddies for the protection

of the jungle. Falling into coulmns, like strands of soldier ants,

seventy-five men, at combat readiness, assemble on the edge of a

sweltering wilderness.
It is dusk. The mood is lazy, soporific. Members of one platoon huddle

close to the ground smoking a joint.



				JERRY

		Strong stuff.
				ROD

			(to JACOB, a soldier

squatting several yards

away)

Hey, Professor, how many times can

you shit in an hour?
				GEORGE

		Don't bug 'im.
				DOUG

		Where are those gooks already?
				FRANK

		Some offensive. I don't even think

they're out there.
				PAUL

		Jesus, this grass is something else.
JACOB SINGER returns to the group, pulling up his pants.
				ROD


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